| One day a man's wife died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't "anymore."
No more hugs,no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute."
Sometimes, what we care about the most
gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you."
So while we have it, it's best we love it,
care for it, fix it when it's broken and
heal it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage ...
and old cars, and children with bad report cards,and dogs with bad hips,
family and aging parents and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it ......
because we are worth it.
Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce.
There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.
Life is important. We only have one.
We only have one mom, one dad,
one unique brother or sister or friend.
Suppose one morning you never wake up.
Do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking....I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling
or three words needing to be said.
Let every one of your friends and family know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.
And just in case GOD calls me home . . .
I LOVE YA !
:-)
Live today to the fullest
because tomorrow is not promised. |
| TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE
THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE! AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE'
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'
THE FRIEND REPLIED
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT'
LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.
THEY SAY IT TAKES A
MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL
PERSON, AN HOUR TO
APPRECIATE THEM
A DAY
TO LOVE THEM, BUT THEN
AN ENTIRE LIFE
TO FORGET THEM.
TAKE THE TIME TO LIVE!
DO NOT VALUE THE THINGS
YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE, BUT VALUE
WHO YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE!
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| A Mulher madura não provoca, ela é provocante.
A Mulher madura não é inteligente, ela é sábia.
A Mulher Madura não se insinua, ela mostra o caminho sutilmente.
A Mulher madura não se precipita, ela mostra o caminho certo.
A Mulher Madura não nada, ela navega.
A mulher madura não voa, ela flutua.
A mulher madura não pensa em quantidade, ela pensa em qualidade.
A mulher madura não vê, ela observa.
A mulher madura não anda, ela caminha.
A mulher madura não deita, ela adormece.
A mulher madura não é pretensiosa, ela simplesmente gosta.
A mulher madura não julga, ela analisa.
A mulher madura não compara, ela assimila.
A mulher madura não acorda, ela desperta.
A mulher madura não coloca algemas, ela os deixa livre.
A mulher madura não enfeitiça, ela encanta.
A mulher madura não é decidida, ela apenas sabe o que quer.
A mulher madura não é exigente, ela é seletiva.
A mulher madura não se sente velha, ela se considera experiente.
A mulher madura não se Lamenta, ela tenta fazer diferente.
A mulher madura não tem medo, ela tem receio.
A mulher madura não faz jura, ela deixa por conta do tempo.
A mulher madura não tira conclusões, ela faz suposições.
A mulher madura não desce do salto, ela tem jogo de cintura.
A mulher madura não brilha, ela é iluminada.
A mulher madura não dá tchau, ela acena.
A mulher madura não gosta de ser vigiada, ela prefere ser escoltada.
A mulher madura não é moderna, ela é elegante.
A mulher madura não quer ser cobiçada, ela quer ser desejada.
A mulher madura não possui sombras, ela tem aura.
A mulher madura não adivinha, ela tem percepção.
A mulher madura não faz sexo, ela é mestre na arte de fazer amor.
A mulher madura não fica ela se envolve.
A mulher madura não é fácil, ela é flexível.
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| Tus hijos no son tus hijos, son hijos
e hijas de la vida, deseosa de sí misma.
No vienen de ti, sino a través de ti,
y aunque estén contigo, no te pertenecen.
Puedes darles tu amor, pero no tus pensamientos
pues ellos tienen sus propios pensamientos.
Puedes abrigar sus cuerpos, pero no sus almas,
porque ellas viven en la casa del mañana,
que no puedes visitar, ni siquiera en sueños.
Puedes esforzarte en ser como ellos, pero
no procures hacerlos semejantes a ti,
porque la vida no retrocede, ni se detiene en el ayer.
Tú eres el arco del cual tus hijos,
como flechas vivas son lanzados.
Deja que la inclinación en tu mano
de arquero, sea para la felicidad |
| Hay que aprender que en esta vida nada es tuyo, que todo lo que tienes a tu alrededor es prestado, tu vida, tu familia, tus amores, tus hijos en fin todo lo que te rodea. No puedes aferrarte a nada porque al final nada se irá contigo.
Hay que aprender a disfrutar y valorar todo aquello que se presenta en tu vida, y gozar cada momento que vives.
Hay veces que te sientes impotente de no poder alcanzar lo que deseas, pero no tienes porque frústrate pues todo tiene una razón y quizás no era lo que en verdad te haría feliz…
Aprende a desprenderte a cada momento de tu vida de aquello que se tiene que marchar, deseándole lo mejor y verás que te sentirás feliz contigo mismo de saber de aquello bien o mal te perteneció en el momento preciso. Cuando un amor muy importante se va es porque cumplió su ciclo y ya no puede seguir a tu lado porque tiene que seguir su camino y tú tendrás nuevas cosas que aprender…
No te aferres déjalo volar con el mismo amor que sentirías si siguiera tu lado y dile adiós deseándole buena suerte, sonriendo y dándole gracias a Dios por haberlo puesto en tu camino.
Aprende a dejar ir todas las cosas hermosas que has conocido a lo largo de tu vida, para que al final sólo puedas decir que sí aprendiste y no fue en vano tu paso por aquí.
Todo tiene un por qué, pero hay veces que no queremos entender y queremos que todo dure para siempre, pero si así fuera no tendría mucho sentido nuestra vida, no podemos ser eternos y tenemos que conocer todo lo bello que tenemos. Lo malo es también parte de nuestro aprendizaje por el camino que pasamos.
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| It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided since I wasn’t busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On examining it I saw it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors and got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while! As she is a victim of Alzheimer's disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me but I still know who she is.' I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm and thought,
"That is the kind of love I want in my life. True love is neither physical nor romantic".
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about, I just did. Life isn't about how to survive the storm but how to dance in the rain.
The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs.
But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Almighty God, you will make it to a place called Success.
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| My mom only had one eye. I hated her... She was such an embarrassment. .
She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to
Say hello to me.
I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me?
I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only
Has one eye!"
I wanted to bury myself.
I also wanted my mom to just disappear..
I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only gonna make me a
Laughing stock, why don't you just die?"
My mom did not respond....
I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because
I was full of anger.
I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.
So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own.
I had kids of my own.
I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my
Mother came to visit me.
She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her
Grandchildren.
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at
Her for coming over uninvited.
I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my
Children!"
GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have
Gotten the wrong address,"
And she disappeared out of sight..
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house..
So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died.
I did not shed a single tear..
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have..
"My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and
Scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.
But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.
I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were
Growing up.
You see.........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and
Lost your eye.
As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you
Having to grow up with one eye.
So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my
Place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother..
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| Un joven estaba en el centro de la ciudad, proclamando tener el corazón más bello de la región.
Una multitud lo rodeó y todos admiraron su corazón. No había marcas ni cualquier otro defecto. Todos estuvieron de acuerdo en que aquél era el corazón más bello que hubiesen visto.
El joven estaba muy orgulloso de su bello corazón.
De repente, un anciano apareció frente a la multitud y dijo: ¿¿Por qué el corazón del joven no es tan bonito como el mío?" La multitud y el joven miraron hacia el corazón del anciano, que estaba latiendo con vigor, pero tenía muchas cicatrices. Tenía lugares en que se habían removido pedazos habiendose colocado otros en su lugar, pero éstos no encajaban bien, causando muchas irregularidades.
En ciertos puntos del corazón, faltaban pedazos.
El joven, al ver el corazón del anciano, dijo:......¿Usted debe estar bromeando... Compare nuestros corazones. ¡El mío está perfecto, intacto y el suyo es una mezcla de cicatrices y agujeros!"
¿¡Así es! ¿ dijo el anciano. Viéndolo, tu corazón parece perfecto, pero yo no cambiaría el mío por el tuyo."
Mira, cada cicatriz representa una persona a la cuál le dí mi Amor.
Tomé un pedazo de mi corazón y se lo dí a cada una de esas personas.
Muchas de ellas me dieron también un pedazo de su propio corazón para que lo pusiera en el mío, pero, como los pedazos no eran exactamente iguales, posee irregularidades.
Pero yo los quiero, porque me traen recuerdos del Amor que compartimos.
Algunas veces, dí pedazos de mi corazón a quien no me retribuyó. Por eso, tiene agujeros.
Y duelen. Permanecen abiertos, recordándome el Amor que sentí por esas personas...
Espero que un día ellas me correspondan, llenando ese vacío. ¿Qué te parece, joven? ¿Ahora entiendes en qué consiste la verdadera belleza?
El joven se quedó callado y las lágrimas rodaron por su rostro. Se aproximó al anciano.,arrancó un trozo de su perfecto y joven corazón y se lo ofreció al anciano, quien retribuyó el gesto.
El joven miró su propio corazón, que ya no era perfecto como antes, sino más bello que nunca.
Los dos se abrazaron y se fueron
Juntos.
Como debe ser triste pasar la vida con el corazón intacto....
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| One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.
Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water! . She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?"
You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."
He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart."
As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.
Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.
Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.
Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once.
He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won.
Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge, and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words ...
"Paid in full with one glass of milk"
(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You,
God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands."
There's a saying which goes something like this: Bread cast on the water comes back to you. The good deed you do today may benefit you or someone you love at the least expected time. If you never see the deed again at least you will have made the world a better place - And, after all, isn't that what life is all about?
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| Su importancia se valora cuando ya no están,
o cuando están rotos y no se los puede usar...
Existe una cantidad impresionante de puentes:
Cortos y largos, anchos y estrechos...
Todos tienen, sin embargo, algo en común:
Sirven para unir dos orillas...
Atravesándolos, uno siente que, de algún modo,
lleva un mensaje al otro lado...
También las personas estamos llamadas a ser puentes,
para facilitar el encuentro, para superar aflicciones,
para estimular el perdón...
Hacer de puente a veces cuesta, pero cuando da resultado,
la gratificación es grande...
Quiero ser para ti como un puente sobre el río...
Del lado de acá está tu Presente...
Del lado de allá, tu Mañana...
Entre los dos lados, el rio de la vida; a veces sereno,
a veces turbulento,
a veces traicionero y a veces profundo y revuelto...
ES NECESARIO ATRAVESARLO
No soy Dios ni pretendo jugar a serlo.
Pues, Sólo Él puede llevarte, al otro lado con Seguridad...
Pero yo quiero ser el puente que haga más fácil tu travesía...
Si crees que no es bueno pasar sólo, usa mis hombros...
Si me desbalanceo, no tengas temor...
Dios me ha colocado en tu camino para ayudarte a cruzar el río...
No dudes en utilizarme, y cuando llegues, dejame si quieres...
Si!!!, me entiendes bien, déjame donde estoy.
Otros han pasado por medio de mi, igual como tu pasarás...
Pero quiero que continues tu marcha...
Soy tu puente para muchas travesías de la vida,
pero aún tengo otro nombre.
SOY UN PUENTE LLAMADO AMISTAD... Y SIEMPRE CONTARÁS CONMIGO: |
| True Love......One day a man's wife died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't "anymore."No more hugs,no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone call...Value of Life......TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKINGTHROUGH THE DESERTDURING SOME POINT OF THEJOURNEY, THEY HAD ANARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIENDSLAPPED THE OTHER ONEIN THE FACETHE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPEDWAS HURT, BUT WITHOUTSAYING ANYTHING,WROTE IN THE SANDTODAY MY BEST FRIENDSLAPPED ME IN TH...A mulher maduraA Mulher madura não provoca, ela é provocante.A Mulher madura não é inteligente, ela é sábia.A Mulher Madura não se insinua, ela mostra o caminho sutilmente.A Mulher madura não se precipita, ela mostra o caminho certo.A Mulher Madura não nada, ela navega....Tus hijos......Tus hijos no son tus hijos, son hijose hijas de la vida, deseosa de sí misma.No vienen de ti, sino a través de ti,y aunque estén contigo, no te pertenecen.Puedes darles tu amor, pero no tus pensamientospues ellos tienen sus propios pensamientos.Puedes abr...Hay que aprender.....Hay que aprender que en esta vida nada es tuyo, que todo lo que tienes a tu alrededor es prestado, tu vida, tu familia, tus amores, tus hijos en fin todo lo que te rodea. No puedes aferrarte a nada porque al final nada se irá contigo.Hay que aprender a di...Awesome!!!It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be ove...Who loves you more then your mom........My mom only had one eye. I hated her... She was such an embarrassment. .She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came toSay hello to me.I was so embarrassed.How could she do this...Un bello corazon....Un joven estaba en el centro de la ciudad, proclamando tener el corazón más bello de la región.Una multitud lo rodeó y todos admiraron su corazón. No había marcas ni cualquier otro defecto. Todos estuvieron de acuerdo en que aquél era el corazón más bello...Glas of milkOne day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman o...Los puentes son como ciertas personas:Su importancia se valora cuando ya no están,o cuando están rotos y no se los puede usar...Existe una cantidad impresionante de puentes:Cortos y largos, anchos y estrechos...Todos tienen, sin embargo, algo en común:Sirven para unir dos orillas...Atravesánd...Here's a story I would like to share with you all..A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.The boy kept the biggest and the most b...Think about it.....Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.''What's the di...Think about it.......A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, the son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh! !!"To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh! !!"Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"He r... Recently Spotted MembersNo members found. Be the first. |
